Eternal peace...

Eternal peace... Via my pistol-packing mama, who just found out about the subject of this short video.

While I was in the Navy, in the '70s, there were several ceremonies at the facilities I served in, honoring veterans of WWII and the Korean War who had died. In one of those, the ashes of one veteran were scattered on the approach to the runway at Coronado Naval Air Station, in accordance with his wishes. He was the only survivor on a plane that crashed on landing there during WWII, and his ashes were scattered on the very site of that crash. After recovering from his injuries, he went on to serve all over the Pacific theater. I don't remember much about the ceremony, but I do remember being surprised that it was happening, and at the pomp and solemnity of it. I just happened to be walking along the beach nearby when it was taking place, and watched from a small dune nearby. The aviator's daughter spoke about him for a few minutes, which is the only way I knew of him...